A priest hung himself in a graveyard Opening up the gates of hell A young girl?s trapped in her grave She screams and claws but there?s now way out
-Chorus- When the moon turns red the dead shall arise There?s nowhere to run and there?s nowhere to hide You can?t get away, there?s no way out There?s no escape from the sacerdote of death
With his malevolent glance Blood starts to drain out of her eyes Puss and foam at the mouth Disgorging the offal into her lap
-Repeat Chorus-
Now it is All-Saints day The dead have returned, now you?re gonna die Soon you?ll be sleeping with rats They?ll lap up the blood as it drains from your neck